Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa… stop right there. Eatin’ a bitch out, and givin’ a bitch a foot massage ain’t even the same fuckin’ thing.Vincent: It’s not. It’s the same ballpark.Jules: Ain’t no fuckin’ ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin’ his wife’s feet, and stickin’ your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain’t the same fuckin’ ballpark, it ain’t the same league, it ain’t even the same fuckin’ sport. Look, foot massages don’t mean shit.Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage?Jules: Don’t be tellin’ me about foot massages. I’m the foot fuckin’ master.Vincent: Given a lot of ’em?Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don’t be ticklin’ or nothin’.Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage?Jules: Fuck you.Vincent: You give them a lot?Jules: Fuck you.Vincent: You know, I’m getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself.Jules: Man, you best back off, I’m gittin’ a little pissed here.Jules: Look, just because I don’t be givin’ no man a foot massage don’t make it right for Marsellus to throw Antwan into a glass motherfuckin’ house fuckin’ up the way the nigger talks. Motherfucker do that shit to me, he better paralyze my ass cuz I’ll kill the motherfucker, know what I’m sayin’?Vincent: I ain’t saying it’s right. But you’re saying a foot massage don’t mean nothing, and I’m saying it does. Now look, I’ve given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant something. We act like they don’t, but they do, and that’s what’s so fucking cool about them. There’s a sensuous thing going on where you don’t talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, fucking Marsellus knew it, and Antwan should have fucking better known better. I mean, that’s his fucking wife, man. He can’t be expected to have a sense of humor about that shit. You know what I’m saying?Jules: That’s an interesting point. Come on, let’s get into character.